Congrats, Curt

But you
were our geeky blowhard know-it-all. And
when you rolled into town not long after that awful Bronx
night, a good-guy gunslinger pledging, at long last, to make us whole,
promising to “make 55,000 people from New York shut up,” few could have
predicted, despite the fact that you'd done it before, how emphatically you’d make good on your word — never mind the incredible
circumstances under which you’d labor to do so. More than four years later,
I still can’t quite believe it all happened like that.

So, yeah,
you liked to hear yourself talk. But at least you also made for great copy,
and, more often then not, you backed up your words.